April 16, 2005

The International Institute of Social History "is one of the world's largest documentary and research institutions in the field of social history in general and the history of the labour movement in particular". Online exhibitions include a collection of early Japanese print depictions of foreigners, facsimiles of some works of William Morris, photographs by Ravi Agarwal and Art to the People.

There's a whole lot more including the opportunity to send an e-card providing your friends with the timely reminder that The USSR is the crack brigade of the world proletariat. And don't miss the Guerilla Christ

posted by Abiezer_Coppe 19 years ago
  • Yes. Yes it is. Cool find, A_C!
  • Heehee. "Red haired barbarians". Funnily, lots of Chinese and Singaporeans still call Caucasians that. The phrase for Caucasian in my own dialect is angmoh, literally "red hair". I wonder why this fascination with red hair? Weren't the blondes and brunettes equally alien?
  • It made me smile Alnedra - I am the quintessential red-haired barbarian in China and many a friend has cheerfully explained the history to me. Oddly all the hairdressers round here are dying their hair about the same colour as mine these days. In other news My brother used to have a beautiful novel in pictures by Franz Masereel, one of the five artists in the IISH's Art to the People exhibition. I'd forgotten his name 'til I saw it there..
  • *envy* I've tried dying my hair red a few times myself. It's a fascinating colour.
  • One of the other featured artists Gerd Arntz must be the inspiration behind the look of Prole, a neatly done little propaganda site I visit from time to time to catch up on my lefty reading.
  • Wow, definitely going to have to explore this when I have some time. )))
  • Top ( Very interesting stuff, thanks Abiezer.
  • Heh, unusual group of links, Abiezer_Coppe, thanks, especially for the illustrations. /red-haired barbarian
  • [this is fantastic] As a younger man, I once dyed my hair bright red - a real glow-in-the-dark, plastic, freakish red. Later that night I stopped momentarily outside a Macdonalds on Campbell Parade (Bondi Beach, Sydney) and ran into a drunken hen's party stumbling along the road. The bride-to-be took one look at me, stopped dead and screamed out: "Jesus Christ, it's Ronald fucking Macdonald!" /wildly offtopic
  • HAHAHAHAHA!! /funny, quid Great post, A_C!